章節 373: The Prisoner

The prisoner had stayed strong throughout his years of torture. He was chained in heavy metal on his neck and limbs. There was no way he could shape shift and if he ever tried, the shackled would grip so hard that his limbs would simply come close together and he would fall every time. For him it was better to stay in his human form. Often Vikra would throw him in the dungeons with freshly formed neotides who were thirsty to kill and he had strongly fended them off. His body showed years of torture marks all over. His face had been gashed from top right to bottom left. There were numerous marks on his back. Even though he was a werewolf and he could recover fast, but it was malnourishment that made his body weak. It was because he was mentall sound werewolf that he could withstand so much torture. The only problem was that Vikra had kind of used him as a play for his bloody satisfactions. It was now a battle of willpower.